[ venus assumes the best in people, almost habitually. she's made a habit of it, part kindness and part defiance; if you grow up in a world telling you to fight, to be louder and angrier and meaner than you ever want to be, then the best "fuck you" you can give is to be nice, right? she doesn't even assume people will lie, when she can.
but she's not an idiot. she's seen that face before - not often on a woman this young, but she's seen it. she grew up in the midwest, you know? when you tell someone you're a devil, and you see that face... well. she knows what she's in for before morgana speaks.
doesn't mean it hurts any less, though. ]
This can't be hell. [ her voice is patient, the smile on her face unflinching. ] I mean, think about it. If God's trying to punish us, he'd never let us go somewhere like that. And besides, you seem like the kind of person God loves most. Right?
[ it's not an insult, but that doesn't stop her from feeling some degree of subversive satisfaction. she takes a look down at the communicator in her hand, flipping it over to look at the underside. yep. it's... a smartwatch, alright. definitely not anything out of the ordinary here. venus politely clears her throat and, after only a moment's hesitation, tries to help morgana out. ]
It's, um... Hm. Maybe technology probably seems pretty wild to you right now? But it's not anything bad. I swear. It's sort of like a radio. [ a beat. ] Do... you have radios where you're from? Or phones?
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but she's not an idiot. she's seen that face before - not often on a woman this young, but she's seen it. she grew up in the midwest, you know? when you tell someone you're a devil, and you see that face... well. she knows what she's in for before morgana speaks.
doesn't mean it hurts any less, though. ]
This can't be hell. [ her voice is patient, the smile on her face unflinching. ] I mean, think about it. If God's trying to punish us, he'd never let us go somewhere like that. And besides, you seem like the kind of person God loves most. Right?
[ it's not an insult, but that doesn't stop her from feeling some degree of subversive satisfaction. she takes a look down at the communicator in her hand, flipping it over to look at the underside. yep. it's... a smartwatch, alright. definitely not anything out of the ordinary here. venus politely clears her throat and, after only a moment's hesitation, tries to help morgana out. ]
It's, um... Hm. Maybe technology probably seems pretty wild to you right now? But it's not anything bad. I swear. It's sort of like a radio. [ a beat. ] Do... you have radios where you're from? Or phones?